Never say 'what could possibly go wrong'. That just begging karma to kick you in the butt - Free Dan Phantom
There are two types of people in the world -- day people and night people. As a result mornings meals tend to be more somber than others, simply because half the diners aren't fully awake. Nonetheless news of Dash's midnight visitation spread rapidly through the dinning hall raising the usual din by several decibels.
Heads were constantly turning to check out the table where Dash and some of his fellow counselors were eating. At first, Dash attempted to just ignore them but soon he started looking for someone to blame. Apparently he chose his co-counselor, Shortie, to blame. Quiet quips shot Shortie's way must have soon moved on to more pointed jabs because Shortie abruptly stood up, gathered up his tray and moved to another table.
Tucker kept nudging Danny and muttering "good one" each time Dash poked his head up to glare at the people staring at him. Danny kept denying any involvement, to which Sam would merely say, "r-i-g-h-t."
Danny actually was concerned because if Shortie hadn't played a prank on Dash, who had? As much as he would have liked to have pranked Dash he was honestly asleep at the time. Had he been sleep-haunting, if there was such a thing? Only he had never sleep-walked before, and it didn't seem likely that he would now. Was it the camp ghost that that girl claimed to have seen last night? Danny was inclined to not believe a ghost had been there because, frankly, his ghost sense did go off anything a ghost was around, not just when he was in danger. And besides why would it make such a specific attack on Dash and not anyone else? An anti-bully ghost? Danny wonder, then remembered that he'd met one already, Poindexter, but he was safely locked away in the Ghost Zone.
Danny remembered a discussion he'd had with his sister, Jazz, a while back, about how the ghosts they met all seemed to have an attribute or some special power. Like Ember McClain was a music ghost and Technus was a ghost of machines and technology. Maybe this camp ghost was a mischief ghost like Youngblood only dedicated to camps? Jazz thought about stuff like that. She was close to coming up with a theology for ghosts which Danny thought was a little creepy. Like next she's form a People for the Ethical Treatment of Ectoplasmic Manifestations -- "PET'EM" No, that was going too far...
After breakfast Danny, Tucker and Sam went back to their cabins to change for their day's activity -- canoeing. When they emerged a few minutes later they found Sam already waiting, sitting on a picnic table outside the girl's cabins swinging her legs which ended in a pair of flop-flops (black naturally).
Sam was wearing a trim one piece black bathing suit and a large straw hat. Someone (her parents?) had glued a large cheerful daisy to the front. Someone (Sam?) had colored the daisy black. She'd foregone the large black Goth cloak she normally wore as a cover-up at the community swimming pool in Amity Park. Smears of white on her arms and legs hinted that she had slathered up with sun block.
Tucker's bathing suit sported a large corporate label down the side of it's nearly full length legs. Danny's trunks were shorter but just as baggy.
Originally the plan was for the four cabins to travel together, because they were 'A Team' but so many people were too eager to start that they ended up traveling in dribs and drabs of two and three people down to the beach. The beach was a short distance past the dinning hall, down a fair steep grade, dropping about twenty feet. There was a wide expanse of fine sand, obviously imported since the beach ended in muddy, loamy ground. A medium size building stood just off the beach near the dinning hall. It had a double-wide roll-up garage door and a pair of regular doors at either end. Through the open roll-up door could be seen a series of high narrow racks where the canoes were stored over-night.
The early arrivals had been dragooned into helping get set-up. The boys were carrying the aluminum canoes from the racks down to the shore where three of the counselors, Shortie, Sunshine and Porcupine were standing knne deep in the water directing where they wanted the canoes laid. The girls were stacking piles of seat cushions and paddles near the start of the pier where Dash was standing. As the last canoe came out of the storage shed the remaining counselors, Booger, Butterfly, Willow and T. Bear emerged, closed the doors and walked out on the pier. The counselors in the water started pulling canoes off the sand and floated two towards the counselors on the pier, who grabbed them and pulled them against the pier, ready for the first campers to climb in.
The lake glittered in the early morning sun. Already its heat could be felt. A light, cool breeze coming off the water made for a few small ripples. From where the campers stood on the shore they could easily see the land rising on three sides around them, trees grew thickly right down to the shore. The shadow they offered was a long ways off. Somewhat to the south west corner of the lake was a flagpole with a white banner hanging limply. This marked the mouth of the Fox River (really more of a creek) which flowed down from the ridge to the west. The land around the flagpole was low and marshy. When the camp had opened that had been a small inlet but over time had silted up.
"Listen up people," Dash called with the authority of a veteran football team captain when he saw that all the supplies had been brought out. "Before we give out canoe assignments we've got to go over a few instructions, so listen closely."
"I thought we were going to pick our partners," Danny muttered.
"So who was going to be your partner? Tuck or me?" Sam teased.
Danny blushed when he realized that picking one or the other would hurt the other.
Dash was saying, "When I read off your names come up here and pick up one paddle and one seat cushion. Now I know you are all excellent swimmers -- hah -- but the law requires each and every one of you use a life jacket or seat cushion. When you get back this afternoon you are to turn in one paddle and one seat cushion to the storage shed. If you fail to turn in both items you will be charged for the missing item. Got that?
"Also, if you fail to return with a canoe you will be charged for that!"
"Secondly, no rough-housing. No ramming another canoe, no tipping another canoe over. No water fights while in canoes. If you are caught doing any of those things you will be put on KP.
"Yeah, I know that takes all the fun out of canoeing but there will be open swimming at the reservoir at the picnic area where you can cause all the trouble you want. Also, the Camp Ranger, Ranger Camp sent along a note that since the Camp does not allow use of electronic devices during camp, Camp Sleepy Hollow is not responsible for any electronic devices which may be damaged or lost during today's activities. I might add as a personal note that sounds travels a long ways over water. So do not turn on those radios which you ware not supposed to have because if the Camp Ranger, Ranger Camp..."
"Enough with the joke!" someone shouted.
"If she should hear your radio coming over the lake, you will be in trouble!"
"Now the lake isn't deep but it is over your head in most places. We will be paddling over to the entrance of Fox Creek. You can see it from here, it's where the white flag is at. We will paddle up the creek for about a half mile where you will come to a rock dam. There is a landing area just below the dam on your right side. Pull your canoes up on the bank securely. Now the riverbed there will be a bit mucky, which is why you were instructed to wear shoes. Be careful walking through the muck so you don't lose your shoes. There are also a few large boulders in the creek; so be careful of them. We don't want you damaging the canoes.
"Since this is your first day at camp we want to make sure everyone has a chance to meet new people. So when we drew up the list of partners we made sure everyone partners with someone from a different cabin. I want you to get to know them. I want you to get to know everyone in our four cabins because at the end of the week there's the Camp Olympics where the four cabin clusters compete as teams against each other. And I want to see the Green Team (he plucked at the green T-shirt he and the other counselors were wearing) win this time.
"OK?
"Good. Now your canoe assignments. Once you get in your canoe you can start paddling across the lake.
"Farley-Smythe-Hyde -- what's a matter, could decide on a name? Hah! -- Abigail Farley-Smythe-Hyde and Fenton, Daniel. Hey, Fen-Turn, front and center!"
"Lucky you," Sam said. "The one person at camp who likes you less than Dash."
"What? Who?"
"Her -- your 'Girl in White'." Sam pointed to the girl who had assured everybody the day before there were no ghosts at the camp. She was walking out onto the pier.
"Fenton, stop daydreaming and get to your canoe." Dash called.
Danny stopped beside Dash and picked up a seat cushion and paddle from the pile there. "Uh, Dash, could I have some other partner?" he asked.
"What's a matter Fenton, don't like girls?"
"No, I don't like her."
"You know her?"
"Only since yesterday, but she doesn't like me either?"
"Is she the one who thinks your old man is nuts?"
"He's not nuts?"
"Says you." Dash laughed. "Tough luck, Fenton. She's your partner for the day. Make the best of it. Or I'll put you on KP."
Danny grabbed up his seat cushion and paddle and started out to the pier. "Like you don't already have me penciled in for that." he muttered as he walked away.
"What did you say, Fenton?"
"Nothing,"
"Smarting back to your counselor: that a KP assignment!
"What a surprise," Danny growled.
"Keep that up and it will be KP everyday" Dash shouted.
The Girl in White, Abigail Farley-Smith-Hyde wasn't wearing white today. Instead she was in a green two piece swim suit that complimented her red hair and accentuated her good looks. The scowl when she saw who her partner was, however, detracted somewhat from the overall effect.
She started to climb into the back of the canoe but the tall lanky counselor with "Booger" on his name tag waved her to the front.
"Hey, why can't I be in back?" she asked.
"The guy in back does all the work," said the other counselor, a heavy-set brunette with a camp name of 'Butterfly,' "Up front you get to just sit and admire the view."
"And watch put for large rocks and submerged branches." Boogie added.
Once the two were safely seated he pushed the canoe away from the pier. Danny and Abigail picked up their paddles and got to work.
The trip across the lake went well though a couple of scrapes as they maneuvered up the creek suggested that Abigail wasn't making much of an effort to watch for submerged rocks. At least she paddled with some regularity and even coordinated left and right sides with Danny so that the canoe mostly went true.
Though they had been the first off the dock they were being passed by just about everybody, mostly pairs of boys who were attacking the water with all the speed and power they could muster.
Abigail -- Danny quickly learned that she did not like being nicknamed "Abby" -- frequently stopped rowing to admire their surroundings. Danny found himself joining in. Though voices did carry far on the lake, they were often thin and muffled since the sounds traveled so far without anything to reflect them back at people. Dragonflies were winging their out from the shore, dratting through the air, occasionally landing on the side of their canoe. Once or twice Danny heard the soft plop of a fish leaping for an insect, but the only sign of their passage he ever saw was a widening ring of ripples. The sun, though, rapidly mounted in the sky, reflecting off the water in blinding glares and a gradually oppressive heat, forcing Danny and his partner to pick up their paddles and row towards the welcoming cool, shady shore.
Danny tried to make small talk with her but she was mostly noncommital. He learned that she came from Falls Church, Virginia which was one of the suburbs surrounding Washington, DC., and was a high school freshman like Danny. She wouldn't say what her father did for a living or why she had come to a camp so far from the nation's capital. After a lull Abigail asked:
"Is your father really as crazy as they say he is?"
"My dad's not crazy?" Danny bit out.
"He does run around in that goofy jumpsuit all the time."
"That doesn't make him crazy. What about those Guys in White only wearing white, that's a bit...ah, strange."
"No, it's not."
"It's not strange to wear only white all the time?"
"No," she repeated. "It's a fashion statement."
"I think someone's in denial."
"What about the way your father is always seeing ghosts?"
"Have you ever been to Amity Park? There are ghosts everywhere."
"Oh, yeah, and there's that ghost boy with the stupid name – Inviso-Bill"
"That's not his name, it's..." Danny decided not to go any further.
"It's what? And how do you get on a first name basis with some creepy ectoplasmic infestation?"
"He, uh..." Danny thought for a moment then remembered Technus' worst habit. "He shouts it out loud a lot. You know, like, 'This is a job for Danny Phantom!' So everybody kind of knows who he is."
"But your dad can't seem to catch him. Not a very good showing for someone who's always going on about ghost hunting and stuff."
Danny didn't like the direction this whole conversation was going.
Fortunately they turned into the creek just then and while the stream's flow was weak, it did require them to constantly paddle to make any headway. They were too busy doing that to argue anymore.
Lucky the landing spot soon came into view. They beached the canoe on a muddy beach and climbed out. A dozen or so canoes were there before them. A half dozen kids were poking around in the water there looking for missing shoes, proving that the ground was every bit as mucky as Dash had warned. Counselors Willow and Porcupine were sitting on the tailgate of a pick-up truck they had driven around the lake to the site. In the bed of the truck were a large pile of box lunches. Danny and Abigail checked in with the counselor and picked up their box lunches. Abigail immediately disappeared somewhere.
Looking around he saw Sam Manson sitting on a rock eating her lunch. He approached but noticed that she was deep in conversation with her canoe partner, a woman a year or so older and decked out in black like Sam. But she also had a half-dozen rings in their left ear and a loop through her eyebrow. A winking glint hinted at something stuck in her nose. Danny couldn't remember when he last saw Sam so animated. He decided he didn't want to interrupt.
He moved back to the center of the clearing and happen to see Tucker Foley picking up his lunch. Danny started to join his best friend when he saw him turn to talk to the girl behind him. Outside of Porcupine, she may have been the only other black at the camp, short, slender, with hair in dreadlocks. Tuck must have told her a joke because she started laughing. They walked off together looking for some place to sit. Tucker usually had such rotten luck getting a girl to talk to him so Danny didn't want to interfere there either. But he felt incredible alone without his friends to talk to. He was about to look for Abigail for someone to talk to when he saw his breathe come out in a blue haze. It was his ghost sense telling him that a ghost was near by. Danny crammed the rest of his sandwich in his mouth and went looking for a private place where he could 'Go ghost!'
Danny Phantom was flying over the tops of the trees looking for the ghost his senses had warned him about but so far hadn't seen anything suspicious. His ghost sense only gave him vague alarms, it couldn't point him towards the malevolent specter. He could still feel the chill from the ghost so he knew it hadn't gone away. Danny dropped down to the floor of the forest and started walking around. The chill seemed slightly stronger to the north so he headed that way, up a small hill. He crested the hill and descended into a small bowl. The trees seems especially thick here and shaded out the sun. After a moment Danny realized that the little valley he was in was almost too dark to see he way about.
He looked up at the sky but couldn't see anything through the overlapping branches. Still it seemed darker than even a heavy forest should be here. He noticed his breath coming out of his mouth in little puffs. Not his ghost sense, actual fog. He shivered from the sudden crushing cold. He could feel someone or something slowly creeping up on him and spun around. But no one was there. He spun another in another direction and then in a third but no where could he see who or what it was that seemed so close behind him.
He felt the hackles on the back of his neck rise. He didn't even know what hackles were before this.
Danny backed against a large tree. "Show yourself!" he shouted. "Stop hiding in the shadows. Come out and let's get this over with!"
Dread swirled around Danny, choking off his thoughts. Never in any of his fights, not even against the most powerful foes had he ever felt this sort of fear, of terror. And yet there was nothing to see!
Suddenly he felt vulnerable where he stood. Danny took off running. The trees seemed to reach down to him, snagging at him with their limbs. Roots leaped up to trip his feet. His heart was pounding in his chest a mile a minute. Suddenly his feet went out from under him. he rolled on the twig scattered ground, winding up at the foot on an old oak. He backed up against the oak, looking for his enemy. "Why don't you show yourself!" he screamed, then saw in the overwhelming darkness two small points of light, red glowing embers. Eyes from which the most incredible sense of evil poured.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Danny shouted. The eyes only continued to stare.
"Fight me, why don't you? Fight!" and Danny send a blast of ectoplasmic energy at the eyes. The blast disappeared into the darkness. But did the eyes seem to shudder for a moment?
Danny fired blast after blast into the mounting darkness. He screamed and cursed at the invisible foe. Finally exhausted he dropping to his knees and fell over in a dead faint.
"Fenton?"
A girl's voice.
Danny opened his eyes. The sun shone brightly overhead. The air was warm with the mid-day heat and fragrant with the loam decay of the leaf litter ground. In the distance he could hear a pair of Blue Jays squawking. And as he blinked his eyes the face of a red-headed girl in a green bathing suit loomed over him.
"Abi?"
"Abigail." she corrected him. "What are you doing out here?"
"I -- uh..." He couldn't think. He couldn't remember. It was all like a dream. Some horrid dream he couldn't wake up from, except that he had and now this girl was asking him to make sense.
Danny sat up and looked around. He saw with a rush of relief that he was dressed in his bathing suit and not Danny Phantom's jumpsuit. He saw the scrapes and scuff marks on his knees. "I must have tripped and hit my head on a rock." he temporized.
Abigail Farley Smythe-Hyde roughly pulled his head down and felt around his skull as if she knew what she was doing. "Don't see any lumps. I think you'll be OK. But what are you doing out here so far from the picnic grounds?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Looking for me isn't a likely answer, though."
"I thought I hear something."
"Right. And I was just going for a walk."
There was an awkward silence.
"You didn't happen to see anything that resembled a ghost did you?" Abigail finally asked.
"A ghost you were tracking with that Fenton Finder?" Danny had finally noticed what little gadget Abigail held concealed in her hand.
"Like all things Fenton, it doesn't work. First it said there was a ghost and now it doesn't. It must be broken."
"That's a Mark 1 Mini, they were very unreliable," Danny offered. Actually he was glad it was broken because they had a tendency to point to him even when he wasn't in ghost form. "Excuse me for asking, but where did you have that concealed. Your bathing suit doesn't leave a lot to the imagination."
"Hey! Don't get fresh!"
"I'm not, I'm just saying... I didn't mean it the way it sounded." Danny blushed furiously.
"I have a tote. If you weren't so busy ogling me all the time you would have noticed it. I don't go anywhere without. It's got my make-up, bug spray and sun-block. Do you have any idea how easily I burn in the sun?"
"I wasn't ogling. I -- you burn? That's from the red hair, right?
"What of it? Like you care."
"I don't...just curious. I'd heard but don't know that it was true? Is it bad?"
"SPF 50, the same level Dracula uses, and I still have to get out of the sun after a while. What do you think?"
Danny slowly worked his way to his feet. He was, surprisingly, neither weak nor dizzy after his terrible ordeal. "Let's get back to the picnic before they send out a search party."
"Can you walk alright or do you need some help?"
"I'm fine." Danny said. He was surprised by her concern. "What else do you have in that tote? A Fenton Fisher, Jack O'Nine-tails?"
"A can of mace, to keep off horny Fenton boys. A Fenton Fisher? What stupid thing is that?"
"Hey, stop ragging on my dad. I don't go on about your father? Cut me some slack."
"OK, Ok. Look -- um -- you didn't see anything weird out here?" she asked.
"No. Why? Did you?"
"I thought I saw ... never mind"
They walked back in silence.
Danny wanted to talk about his experience but Sam and Tucker were still wrapped up with their new friends. Danny envied them that. Abigail Farley-Smythe-Hyde hardly qualified as a friend. He watched her chatting to one of the male counselors and wondered if he should tell her what really happened out there. As the daughter of a Guy in White she probably knew more about ghosts and hauntings than anyone else at camp. It would be nice being able to talk to someone about ghost stuff, like he did with Tucker and Sam. It would be nice if he didn't have to always hide what he was. The trouble was, she was a ghost-hunter and he was a ghost. Half-ghost. Whatever. The minute he said anything hinting that he had spectral powers he's be in a secret government lab for the rest of his, probably short and painful life.
The trip back started poorly when Abigail insisted that she sit in the back. Once there she often forgot to do the steering like she should and complained when Danny tried to tell her how to do it. Danny's shoulders were aching by the time they got out of the creek. The beach seems a long ways off. Worse there was a stiff breeze coming off the shore that kept pushing them away from the beach. Danny tried to tell Abigail they had to turn into the wind but she just complained that he wasn't paddling hard enough.
"I'm paddling as hard as I can. You're the one who's not trying!" He shouted back to her.
"I am too, trying, but this stupid canoe won't go where it's supposed to."
"That's because we've got to head into the wind -- so it won't blow us sideways."
"But the canoe won't turn."
"Did you try what I told you, to paddle backwards."
"That's stupid."
"It works."
"Well, if you think you can do any better, you steer," she snapped. Suddenly the canoe started rocking violently back and forth.
"What are you doing?" Danny asked. He looked around. He had a brief glance of Abigail, climbing to her feet. "Don't stand up!" He hollered, just as the canoe rolled over, dumping them into the lake.
He surfaced, wiped the water from his eyes and looked around. The canoe was upside down nearby, the paddles floating slowly away. Their towels were missing. Abigail surfaced a moment later, blowing water out of her nose and coughing. He swam over to her and pulled to her to the canoe where she throw an arm over the upturned bottom and coughed some more.
"What the hell happened?" she cursed when she finally caught her breath.
"You stood up"
"What does that supposed to mean?"
"You don't stand up in a canoe. That's how they tip over."
"So its all my fault."
"Yes."
"Screw you." she snapped. Then hollered "Help" a couple times.
"I don't think they can hear us," Danny said.
"What are we going to do? We'll drown out here?"
"We tip the canoe over and get back in."
"How are we going to do that?"
"If you do what I tell you," Danny growled, "it's pretty easy." When he didn't hear any protest, he proceeded to tell her how.
Working together they rolled the canoe over, though it was still half full of water. With her holding on to the rim on one side, Danny rolled over into the canoe, then reached down to pull Abigail in. Together they bailed with their hands until the water was only a coupe inches deep. Abigail was overjoyed to find that her carryall was still stuck under the rear bench where she stuck it. She pulled a ruined compact and lipstick, dumped them back in and fished out the Fenton Finder. She turned it on and immediately it started beeping. "There is a ghost in front of you." the Finder intoned. It was pointing straight at Danny.
It felt like his heart had leap up his throat as he waited for the "Girl in White" to say something. She pointed it across the lake but it still intoned "There is a ghost in front of you." She pointed it the other way and it still beeped. Danny suddenly remembered an experience He, Sam and Tucker had made with the Finder. It could not discriminate direction when it was within six feet of a ghost. The signal was too strong.
"Stupid machine's broke." Abigail muttered and thrust it back into her carryall.
Danny gasped for breath at that, and hoped she hadn't noticed.
"Abi- Abigail. Our paddles are just over there. If we paddle with out hands I think we can reach them." He said by way of distraction.
By the time they retrieved the paddles the wind had laid enough for them to get back to the beach. They pulled the canoe up in the beach and handed in their paddles to the counselors. Abigail slung her carryall over her shoulder and stalked off without another word.
Danny saw Dash Baxter coming down from the storage shed with a shirk on his face. Could his day get any worse?
Danny was sitting down by the lake enjoying the cool breeze coming off the waters after a long evening of KP duty. He envied Sam and Tucker back at the cabins loafing about during free time. Once he got the smell of rancid grease out of his mouth he'd join them.
"Uh, Fenton?" He hadn't heard the crunch of shoes approaching so the sound of her voice caught him by surprise.
"Abi -- uh -- Farley-Smythe-Hyde?" The canoeing had been such a disaster this morning that Danny resented her intruding on his first 'alone time' of the day.
She sat down on the grass beside him then stared out over the lake.
"Nice breeze." She offered.
Danny didn't reply.
"Just get off KP?"
"Uh-huh?" Danny grunted.
"I hate KP. It's so ... military. I get enough of that at home."
"Which you can neither confirm nor deny."
"Yeah, right. You got that."
They were silent for a moment.
"I guess I should apologize for standing up in the canoe this afternoon." Abigail said. "I didn't realize canoes could tip over that easily."
"Haven't you ever been on a boat before?"
"I can never conform nor deny that."
"Oh, cut the crap."
"I was trying to make a joke. I've been on boats before, just not small ones. Not small ones like canoes."
"Ok, ok. If you came down here to apologize, apology accepted. Now leave me alone. I don't think Dash knows I'm down here so I might get an hour of two without his bullying."
Danny laid back and closed his eyes. He waited for the sound of her footsteps leaving. When they didn't he opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Look -- uh -- Fen --uh, Danny, do you think that story the kids were telling -- about the boy who was killed here -- is true?"
"If it were just Dash, I'd say he was jerking our chains." Danny was thinking, "great another ghost to catch -- on my vacation" Out loud he said "You know if there were a serious ghost infestation at this place the Guys in White would shut it down. So unless you see your father unexpectedly, we have nothing to worry about."
"He's not a Guy in...Oh, who am I kidding. Actually I wanted to ask about your father."
"You mean the "Lunatic" Jack Fenton?"
"Does he ever take that jumpsuit off? I mean my dad doesn't wear white on his days off."
"Your dad wore a blue blazer in 90 degree weather when he dropped you off yesterday, with a yellow power tie and chino pants with a crease so sharp you could cut paper on it."
"But they weren't white!"
She laughed. Danny laughed a little bit, too, and closed his eyes again.
"I really wanted to ask if your father had ever done any research on the effect of the full moon on ectoplasmic infestations?"
"What?"
"From what I've read of my dad's papers Friday the 13th significantly increases a ghost's malevolence, and Friday is the 13th. But it's also the full moon. I don't know what effect the full moon has on a ghost's power. So if there is a spectral trace at this camp it will be especially malevolent this Friday but I don't know if it will be especially powerful. I thought maybe something in your father's researches might give us a clue."
"Nah. Dad's mostly been exploring ways to pierce the dimensions between the ghost world and ours."
"That's impossible. There's no way to bridge the two dimensions. The forces involves would tear a person to shred."
"Only when the portal is stabilizing." Danny answered without thinking.
"Oh, like your father has built a working ghost-portal when all the scientists working for the government haven't been able to!"
Danny thought fast. Did his father actually know that the ghost portal was working? He had built the Fenton Fisher to snag ghost through the portal and the Fenton Genetic Lock to keep the door shut except for authorized personnel, but did that constitute actual awareness that the portal worked? Knowing his father, maybe not. But more importantly, if he did know that the portal worked he certainly hadn't told anyone else about it and that may well be for a good reason. "No, of course not." Danny lied.
"Right." Abigail got up and dusted off her shorts. "I better get back to my cabin. Look, if you hear anything more about that suicide ghost let me know, OK? Camp suicide ghosts are supposed to be real nut-jobs."
"I know. I've seen all the movies." Danny said.
Abigail laughed. "At least this one doesn't involve a chainsaw," she said as she walked away.